I made a plane reservation,
wasn't important where I was going.
I was flying for the first time,
my anxiety started growing.

Then came a quiet passenger,
that tongue-tied sat next to me.
Wasn't saying a single word,
he perched there like an aged tree,

He constantly gazed at me,
which made me a little jittery.
I waited for the air hostess,
to take me out of this mystery.

When she came by sake of god,
I asked her for a cold-iced tea.
She noted and just went away,
ignoring him as she didn't see.

Finally when we reached,
recount was again demanded.
If eighty-two people boarded,
how eighty-one only landed?

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